[Dee tha Mad Bitch]      What goes on in the mind of a bad boy? Nothin' but payback   Who's next, the clip, callin' murder could nothin' the contract   Better watch your back   Since he's makin' that comeback   The 1-87 will stop 'em   The hollow point, will drop ya   Go on, here's a scene for your soul   So take heed when you meet face-to-face, here comes the grim reaper   You better ???? from the depths of hell   He's a real McCoy   But ain't no stoppin' this girl is bad boy   He ain't no joke   Muthafucka grab your throat   Before you find yourself cut with a blade   As your bloody body lays on top of cement   In front of your president    It was a murder for hire   Hit an innocent child in the crossfire   Now he's confined to a jail   Got shot six times, in his spine   But his mind is still down at the grind   He's willin' to destroy   That's what he lives for, to be a bad boy      Chorus:      Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?   Watcha gonna do, watch out, we commin' at you.   Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?   Watcha gonna do, we're comin' after you   Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?   Watcha gonna do, watch out, we comin' at you   Bad Boy, Bad Boy, watcha gonna do?   Watcha gonna do, watch out, we comin' at you      [2PAC]      I got these bustas on my block and they after me   Runnin' 'round tellin' these niggas, how they gonna capture me   It's gettin' crazy, it's hard to make my mind up   Now should I, buck 'em down, or put my nine up?   You see, I ain't a bad boy, just a boy who had it bad   I graduated from 22's to 3-57 mags   Runnin' on these marks 'fore they stashin'   I ain't askin', give it up, or get to blastin'   The penintnetiary don't scare me   A straight thug nigga, the whole set'll take care of me   And tell me, who the fuck you gonna find   Rough enough to tear these bitch-niggas, this is mine   Now busta, meet my nine, 24 on the grind   I'm sick about mine, and uh, ain't nothin' wrong with gettin' high   A hustlin'-ass nigga from the projects, I'm makin' loot   And screamin' Thug Life, nigga, when they shoot   They made me a.....      [Chorus]      [Dee tha Mad Bitch]      Now how many bad boys in the house    So hurry boys got the biggest nuts   What the fuck, I gave 'em the blunts   Havin' a grudge against the whole fuckin' world   A 16 shot-block-glock, that'll stop 'em   They're sure to hit the ground   Nothin', bustin' a cap on no more every round   A bad boy is the big, shot on the block   He got knots, bigger rocks for the cops   Before he gets props   So you petty boys, you can't fuck with em'   You can eat the biggies' good friend   Or become a victim of a dead man   It's sad to see, when you end up six-feet deep   So rest in peace, muthafucka, join the pow   he got nothin but the realest style   Flavors when on the mic   and packin' the meal like life   Savers, sweep up on you at night   His grip on tight, and make you take a bite   That's all she wrote, barrel went down your throat   Killin' off these niggas for fun   Murder one, and throw away your gun   He's livin' his life like a soldier   That's what he lives for, to be a Bad Boy      [Chorus]